Prayer of Brutus
Goddess of woods, tremendous in the chase,
To mountain wolves and all the savage race,
Wide o'er the aerial vault extend thy sway,
And o'er the infernal regions void of day.
On thy third reign look down; disclose our fate,
In what new station shall we fix our seat?
When shall we next thy hallow'd altars raise,
And choirs of virgins celebrate thy praise?
poem by , translated by Alexander Pope
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Ode to A Sour Pickle
Ode to a sour pickle,
To pucker up your puss.
Lay down a shiny nickel,
Come on, don't be a wuss.
The heck with kosher dills,
And sweet little pickles too.
It's sour pickles for your gills,
Can't take a thing in lieu.
A big ole sour pickle,
Will bring on a grimace.
Where they're concerned I'm fickle,
Please bear me no malice.
12/23/10 Alton Texas
That poor cat
(This is a true story)
When I saw a dead cat lying on the road, it made me feel bad.
This yellow cat had been killed by a car and it was very sad.
I can imagine how that cat's owner must feel.
They must be hurting because of this ordeal.
My own cat died several weeks ago and I felt misery within.
It's bad when a pet dies because you'll never see it again.
About in The City
about in the city, get caught up in the lights
walk with the people, anticipate the endless rhythm that is the night
awake each day to the race once again, the race of life,
run towards your dreams, run onto the subway,
because this city’s moving fast, racing forward in a hurry
talk fast and run with fury so you can be more than just a blur to this city
Lovers Swing
The swing moved silently in the wind
As the trees hovered over
Silently, swiftly, it swung
In the wind's silent song.
Patiently it waits
To rock another happy girl
Whose lover pushes her to and fro
As the wind will push and throw
Until her giggles echo in the skies
And her heart beat cries
That his love is as gentle
As d wind
That makes her heart sing
Ode To A Road...
Into A Gold Sunset
And Silver Twilight Stars
Into Darkness of A Desert
And Coyote Choirs
And A Cold, Lonely Wind
Which Touches Warm Skin
And Stretches of Sand
On and On, Without End
On A Black-Top Road
By A Car’s High Beam
Heard An Oil Rig’s Ode
Lit, Like A Castle-Dream
Awake On An Interstate
Driving 101 – West
High Noon, Thru A Desert
Into A Gold Sunset …
Keeping still
Keeping his back still
So that he no longer feels his body.
He goes into his courtyard
And does not see his people.
No blame.
True quiet means keeping still when the time has come to keep still, and going forward when the time has come to go forward.
In this way rest and movement are in agreement with the demands of the time, and thus there is light in life.
poem by from I Ching
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The Fallen Gandharva
how i wish i could sing
a new ode to joy for Thee
but i left my rich voice
somewhere
how i wish i composed
the full moon sonata for Thee
but i lost my clearest
vision
all i have is explicit belief
all i'm able is chanting Thy Name
in the deep of my fidgety
heart
as Thou seest i'm nothing at all
but Thy servant who fell down here
from the planet of singing
gandharvas*
Sometimes I Wonder.
Sometimes I wonder if we would has made it if I was like the other guys you date
Sometimes I wonder if I put more into keeping you by my side I would still have to to hold and to love
Sometimes I wonder if I did not tell you that I loved you I would still be smiling all the time..
Sometimes I wonder if I did thing different I would still be holding you.
SOMETIMES I WONDER.
Ode To My Sis
Amidst my solemn solitude,
I came across a winsome angel.
Her charm took over me & I got mesmerized,
Hey, I blithely surrendered to you.
Dear, your spell over me enchanted my soul,
Your breathtaking ecstasy stilled my heart.
Darling, I owe my dear life to you,
May all my joyous moments be yours.
And may I be a counterpart of your pains,
My life, my sis, I dedicate this ode to you!